Baiju

On the dilapidated notebook, he saw his name and the last paragraph in her messy handwriting. He didn't quite understand the meaning of that paragraph. He opened Baidu from the notebook he brought with him, entered the keywords, and a lot of appreciation came out. He felt that the appreciation of the lot of words was all nonsense, and he couldn't find the point. I typed the word translation in the search bar again, and the answer came out. That's the answer Baidu knows, and he doesn't know whether it's accurate or not, but it says this: Speaking of our past stories, I still feel shy at the corners of my eyes and eyebrows. I always remember that time when we went on a spring outing side by side. I am wearing a skirt and stockings, a thin shirt and a light fan, wandering with you in the Xinghua Tower. Walked and walked, woke and drunk, stayed and stayed. Who knows, the spring breeze has already broken our fate. Who would have expected that we would disperse like clouds in the morning clouds for a while and then disperse. It's easy to get old, but regrets are hard to get rid of. Bee'er doesn't know my pain, Yan'er doesn't understand my depression. Those old feelings can never be eliminated, when will they stop?